Author's Note: This was a prompt for my character I made for one of my literary arts classes. We were given a sentence to start with, and I got "I have a photo of a man whose name I don't know." During the class, my teacher made us add four random things, which were a rat, California, checkers, and an excuse. See if you can find them all. I made them kind of obvious though.

I have a photo of a man whose name I don't know. My instincts tell me to kill him though. I thought to myself. I got off the park bench I was sitting on, and just started walking aimlessly around the fine city of London. I was walking down the street, when a woman ran, full speed at me.

"Sorry," She said while she picked up the contents of her purse.

"It's alright, accidents happen. You wouldn't happen to know the man in this picture, would you?"

"That's my fiancé John Smith, Why do you ask? AHH! A rat! Kill it," She yelled. I stepped on the rat with my shoe.

"Thank you, I hate those filthy creatures. I'm Lisa by the way. What business do you have with him?"

"Well you see, I am a lawyer for the Baxter and Jones firm, and a family member has recently died, and has left quite the inheritance for him."

"Was it his great Aunt Elizabeth who lived in California?"

"That's the one," I said grinning, not believing my luck.

"Well come with me, and I'll take you to the house we are staying at. He'll be sad to know of his Aunt's passing, they very so close," She said smiling. We traveled in a taxi for a while, and then arrived at a large, far away city surrounded by land. I entered, and saw Lisa walk up the stairs.

"Would you like to play some checkers?" I heard a well dressed man ask.

"Actually, I can't, I'm here on business you see. Would you be John Smith?"

"I am."

"I am sorry to inform you that your aunt Elizabeth has passed on, she has left you a large inheritance," I say nervously.

"I have no Aunt Elizabeth," He says while grinning manically.

I gulped and said "Are you sure, because your Fiancée says otherwise…"

He laughed, and said "All she did was bring me a new toy to play with, just as I asked. My toys don't last very long you see." I started to freak out and try to find a way out of this mad man's home, but the windows had bars on them, and all the doors were locked.

So generally I was running around like a idiot in a murdering psychopath's house, no way to get out, probably going to die. Fan-freaking-tastic. I heard him coming up behind me, and then a sharp needle in my left shoulder, and I became unconscious.

I woke up in a dark operating room with my hands and feet held down by steel cuffs.

"So your name is Fredrick Hart, or should I say Special Agent Fredrick Hart," John said mockingly.

"Fuck you, crazy bastard! You'll never get away with this!"

"I already am," He said while grabbing a knife and starting to cut my chest. He cut off all the skin on my chest, and then started on my organs. He started with my Liver, and then stomach, continued with my left lung, then the intestines, and finally I died when he cut out my heart.

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